Mon Apr 28 11:27:36 EDT 2003 "When God made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that, some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but he still glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks, but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness of each spark made them hunt for another, but the mud is deaf and dumb." -- Zora Neale Hurston, "Their Eyes Were Watching God" ANAGRAM FUN: (courtesy of http://www.proximity.com.au/~brian/anagram.cgi) erica+schultz liszt chaucer zurich castle erica+lynn+schultz crazy nutshell, inc. silent crazy lunch sly nuclear chintz unlatch zen lyrics nazi cult lynchers truancy chills zen crazy unsent chill lynch scarlet zuni tell crunchy nazis churn zany cellist nullity chez narcs ritzy clan lunches nancy tells zurich sunlit lynch craze [plus my, um, favorite pairing:] rectally shun zinc zinc hurts cleanly "And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon I suppose But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break And this is why my eyes are closed It's just as well for all I've seen And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows So I could choose to be with you That's if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break." -- Billy Joel "So far I don't like a goddamn thing about our new life," the General said. "You seem to think it's going to be pleasant to have three men around." "Four when Trevor's in town," Aurora said. "Not to mention anyone entertaining I may meet. ... You know perfectly well how reluctant I am to alter my basic arrangements." "Oh," the General said. "It won't hurt you to have some friends, Hector, even if they are my other suitors," Aurora said. -- Larry McMurtry, _Terms of Endearment_ "Back home again in Indiana, and it seems that I can see the gleaming candlelight still shining bright thru the sycamores for me. The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance from the fields I used to roam. When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash then I long for my Indiana home. -- "Indiana" (Ballard MacDonald; music by J.F. Hanley) Tune: http://www.backhomeagaininindiana.com/sound/indiana.mid Original sheet music: http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/internet/extra/back.html "Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death." -- John Keats "fare thee well my bright star i watched your taillights blaze into nothingness but you were long gone before i ever got to you before you blazed past this address and now i think of having loved and having lost you never know what it's like to never love who can say what's better and my heart's become the cost a mere token of a brighter jewel sent from up above fare thee well my bright star the vanity of youth the color of your eyes and maybe if i'd fanned the blazing fire of your day-to-day or if i'd been older i'd been wise but too thick the heat of those long summer evenings for a cool evening i began to yearn but you could only feed upon the things which feed a fire waiting to see if i would burn fare thee well my bright star it was a brief brilliant miracle dive and that which i looked up to and i clung to for dear life had to burn itself up just to make itself alive i caught you then in your moment of glory your last dramatic scene against a night sky stage with a memory so clear that it's as if you're still before me my once in a lifetime star of an age so fare thee well my bright star last night the tongues of fire circled me around and this strange season of pain will come to pass when the healing hands of autumn cool me down..." -- Indigo Girls "Crazy how it feels tonight, Crazy how you make it all all right, love, You crush me with the things you do I'd do for you anything tonight... It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down Is this real or am I dreaming Lovely lady Let me drink you please I won't spill a drop, I promise you Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you..." -- Dave Matthews Band "There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered: entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with a great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food, and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can be reduced proportionately. When the affection IS the entertainment, we no longer call it dating. Under no circumstances can the food be omitted." -- Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave? Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do. You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo! Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get ONE. All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run! This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves' As you can imagine, with so many Daves. And often she wishes that, when they were born, She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm. And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim. And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey. And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey. Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face. Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face. And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff. One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff. And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed. And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed. And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate... But she didn't do it. And now it's too late. -- Dr. Seuss, "Too Many Daves" "Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad? With the river too weary to flood The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood I was looking for trouble to tangle my line But trouble came looking for me I knew I was standing on treacherous ground But I was sinking too fast to run free With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood." -- Richard Thompson, "The Poor Ditching Boy" "The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night." -- Matthew Arnold, "Dover Beach" "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink." -- John Keats, from "Endymion" "You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you.... Your day breaks, your mind aches There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head You won't forget her And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one A love that should have lasted years." -- The Beatles, "For No One" "From in the shadow she calls And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way And in the shadow she crawls Clutching her faded photograph my image under her thumb Yes with a message for my heart Yes with a message for my heart She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own..." -- Tori Amos, "Girl" (Little Earthquakes) "You come from far away, with pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets in the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral where we recognized the sign We strangers know each other now as part of the whole design... You have hands of raining water and that earring in your ear; The wisdom on your face denies the number of your years. With the fingers of the potter and the laughing tale of the fool, The arranger of disorder with your strange and simple rules. Yes now I've met me another spinner of strange and gauzy threads With a long and slender body and a bump upon the head. ... With a long and slender body and the sweetest softest hands, And we'll blow away forever soon and go on to different lands; And please do not ever look for me, but with me you will stay And you will hear yourself in song blowing by one day Oh, hold me like a baby that will not fall asleep, Curl me up inside you and let me hear you through the heat..." -- Suzanne Vega, "Gypsy" "I had no choice but to hear you You stated your case time and again I thought about it You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that You ask how my day was You've already won me over in spite of me Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn't help it -- it's all your fault Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole You're so much braver than I gave you credit for That's not lip service You are the bearer of unconditional things You held your breath and the door for me Thanks for your patience You're the best listener that I've ever met You're my best friend -- best friend with benefits What took me so long I've never felt this healthy before I've never wanted something rational I am aware now..." -- Alanis Morissette How can I tell you that I love you, I love you, but I can't think of right words to say I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you, I'm always thinking of you, but my words just blow away, just blow away It always ends up to one thing, honey and I can't think of right words to say Wherever I am, girl, I'm always walking with you I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you, I'm always talking to you, and I'm sad that you can't hear, sad that you can't hear. It always ends up to one thing, honey when I look and you're not there I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you, feel my arms around you like sea around the shore each night and day I pray and hope that I might find you, and hope that I might find you because hearts can do no more, can do no more It always ends up to one thing honey still I kneel upon the floor How can I tell you that I love you, I love you but I can't think of right words to say I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you I'm always thinking of you... It always ends up to one thing honey and I can't think of right words to say. -- Cat Stevens, "How Can I Tell You" (Teaser and the Firecat) "It was what I'd heard of, and what I didn't have, But I cannot give what I do not have And I cannot take what I do not have, I can't take it. Don't stultify, Don't hold me high. Too many things held precious, too many things held dear, That's what I hate and that's what I fear. TOo much to ask for may leave me feeling lonely, Too little leaves me nothing, nothing -- And the drone in your voice and the fly on the wall Said it's over, it's over, it's over, it is; What do I wish for you, what do I wish? It's over, it's over, it is. And are we still solemn and bleeding? Are we still swimming to water that was wet? You can't give away certain things that you get." -- Lisa Loeb, "It's Over" (_Tails_) "Oh, Juliet, when we made love you used to cry; You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us -- you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong?" -- Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits), "Romeo & Juliet" "Oh, mirror in the sky -- What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin', ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life? I don't know.....I don't know Well I've been afraid of changing 'cause I've Built my life around you But time makes you bolder, even children get older And I'm getting older too.... So, take my love, take it down; Climb a mountain and turn around and if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills... well the landslide will bring it down The landslide will bring it down..." -- Fleetwood Mac, "Landslide" "Liebst du um Schoenheit, If you love for beauty, o nicht mich liebe! oh, do not love me! Liebe die Sonne, Go love the sun; sie traegt ein gold'nes Haar! she has hair of gold. Liebst du um Jugend, If you love for youth, o nicht mich liebe! oh, do not love me! Liebe der Fruehling, Love the springtime, der jung ist jedes Jahr! which is young each year. Liebst du um Schaetze, If you love for treasure, o nicht mich liebe. oh, do not love me! Liebe die Meerfrau, Love the mermaid; sie hat viel Perlen klar. she has many clear pearls. Liebst du um Liebe, But if you love for love, o ja, mich liebe! oh yes, then love me! Liebe mich immer, Love me ever, dich lieb' ich immerdar. I'll love you evermore! -- Friedrich Rueckert (1788-1866) "O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and the geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." -- James Joyce, _Ulysses_ "Each time you'd pull down the driveway, I wasn't sure when I would see you again. Yours was a twisted blind-sided highway no matter which road you took then. Oh, you set up your place in my thoughts, Moved in and made my thinking crowded; Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs, My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded... I could go crazy on a night like tonight, when summer's beginning to give up her fight, and every thought's a possibility, and voices are heard but nothing is seen -- Why do you spend this time with me? may be an equal mystery." -- Indigo Girls "Please don't kiss me so sweet, It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow. And please don't touch me like that, Makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow. And please don't come so close, It just makes me want to make you near me always." -- Jewel 23 This is the work of the Lord; it is marvelous in our sight. 24 This is the day that the Lord has made--we will rejoice and be glad in it. 25 O Lord, deliver us! O Lord, let us prosper! 26 May he who enters be blessed in the name of the Lord. We bless you from the house of the Lord. 27 The Lord is God; He has given us light; Link the dance with boughs, up to the altar-horns. 28 You are my God and I will praise You; You are my God and I will extol You. 29 Praise the Lord because He is good, because His mercy endures forever. -- Psalm 118 (various translations) 1 By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down, and wept when we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows there we hung up our lyres, 3 For our captors there required of us songs, and our tormentors mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. 4 But how shall we sing the LORD'S song in a foreign land? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [her cunning]. 6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. -- Psalm 137 (from various translations) "Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms, or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without ever noticing it, live your way into the answer..." -- Rainer Maria Rilke, _Briefen an einen Jungen Dichter_ "Ruby glykeia (Ruby my sweet) Ela xana (come again) Ela xana konta mou (come again close to me) Ela proi (come in the morning) Me tin avgi (by dawn) Hrisi san iliahtida (gold as a sunbeam) Ruby mou mikri" (You small Ruby) -- Cat Stevens, "Rubylove" "She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written 'cause she's never been in love with you before. Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood, Your hair falls soft like animals, I'm trying to keep cool, but everyone likes you. I want to kiss the back of your neck, The top of your spine where your hair hits; And gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep, I'll talk you to sleep." -- Lisa Loeb "I went out to the hazel wood Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor, I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor and someone called me by my name. It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hands, And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun." -- William Butler Yeats, "The Song of Wandering Aengus" "The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven -- All's right with the world!" -- Robert Browning, "Pippa's Song" "In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." -- Tennyson, "Locksley Hall" "I was there; c'mon and tell me I wasn't worth sticking it out for. Well I was there, and I know I was worth it, cause if I wasn't worth it that makes me worse off then you are... so don't you lose sight of me now you know you're all around me I'm surrounded you surround me like a circle." -- Chantal Kreviazuk Time... I've been passing time watching trains go by All of my life, Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly; Wishing there would be Someone waiting home for me... Something's telling me it might be you It's telling me it might be you All of my life -- Looking back as lovers go walking past, All of my life Wondering how they met and what makes it last If I found the place Would I recognize the face? Something's telling me it might be you Yeah, it's telling me it might be you All of my life. -- Stephen Bishop (written by Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Dave Grusin) "No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how, But I know what I want, I know what I want now. Like water, it rushes, it's the last thing you see when you close your eyes, it's the one place you want to be. But if it doesn't brush my shoulder, and it doesn't beat my heart, that's not what I want, that's not where I will start. I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, that's not what I want. If you don't know what you're missing 'cause you don't know where to start, you don't know what you're missing, follow your wishing heart." -- Lisa Loeb -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 507 Oct 4 2001 quotes/adam_kadmon.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 481 Feb 13 2002 quotes/anagrams.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 516 Oct 20 2000 quotes/andso.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 503 Oct 20 2000 quotes/aurora.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 495 Dec 12 2001 quotes/backhomeagain.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 629 Oct 20 2000 quotes/brightstar.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1311 Oct 20 2000 quotes/brightstar2.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 485 Nov 16 2000 quotes/crush.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 541 Oct 24 2000 quotes/dating.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1155 Aug 13 2001 quotes/daves.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 501 Oct 20 2000 quotes/ditchingboy.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1469 Oct 20 2000 quotes/dover.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1068 Nov 27 2000 quotes/endymion.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 404 Dec 11 2001 quotes/fornoone.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 414 Aug 13 2001 quotes/girl.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1009 May 8 2001 quotes/gypsy.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 927 Oct 20 2000 quotes/headoverfeet.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 1231 Apr 28 11:26 quotes/howcani.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 724 Feb 4 2002 quotes/itsover.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 283 Nov 6 2000 quotes/juliet.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 699 Nov 6 2000 quotes/landslide.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 945 Nov 16 2000 quotes/liebstdu.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 853 Jul 9 2002 quotes/mollybloom.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 605 Nov 6 2000 quotes/mystery.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 270 Oct 20 2000 quotes/nearyou.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 598 Oct 23 2000 quotes/psalm122.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 559 Oct 23 2000 quotes/psalm137.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 538 Aug 12 2002 quotes/questions.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 308 Oct 20 2000 quotes/rubylove.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 416 Oct 20 2000 quotes/sandalwood.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 906 Nov 15 2000 quotes/silverapples.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 247 Oct 20 2000 quotes/spring.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 290 Oct 20 2000 quotes/spring2.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 326 Oct 20 2000 quotes/surrounded.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 581 Oct 30 2001 quotes/tootsie.txt -rw------- 1 muffin muffin 585 Oct 20 2000 quotes/wishingheart.txt